Toj

by Tre Angel

  “Toj is a very good friend of mine, you’ll have a good laugh” Claire replied, again in front of me.

  Rachael looked at me and said “OK then Toj”

  “Lovely, when you free?” I said.

  “It will have to be tomorrow night as I’m off to Dubai on Tuesday”

  “Where are you taking me then?” Repeating what I said to her earlier.

  “Let’s go to the new diner down the High Street, the one that’s just opened”

  “OK, do you want me to pick you up?” I said.

  “Can do, why not” Rachael replied.

  “Eight O’clock OK?”

  “Eight is fine” She replied.

  I jotted down her address, she lives in the flashy part of town, one of those posh flats with a bloke that sits at the reception as you go in, there’s a name for them … fuck what is it … hang on … not concierge that’s in hotels … shit what is it … this is going to annoy me now … nope can’t think … anyway one of those blokes … maybe it is a concierge … fuck it who cares.

  At this point I didn’t want to continue the conversation any further as I had what I wanted and didn’t want to talk my way out of it so I winked at Claire without Rachael noticing and said.

  “I’m really sorry but I have to go as I’m up very early in the morning, see you at eight tomorrow night”

  Claire caught on and backed me up.

  “Yes, I know you have to, you did say the other day, thanks for coming, I’ll call you in the week” Claire said to me.

  I left.

  I took a diversion on the way home and drove past Rachael’s place just to get my bearings, good job too there’s no where to park around there so I thought I’ll leave the car tomorrow night and taxi it over there. I called Claire the next day to get some info on Rachael.

  “Claire, its Toj”

  “Oh, Hi Toj”

  “What do you think then, I pulled Rachael last night using my wit and obviously fantastic personality”

  “You did, didn’t you”

  “What did she say when I left”

  “She likes you, thought you was very funny and enjoyed your company”

  “She’s a stunner isn’t she” I said all proud of myself.

  “Rachael’s lovely, I’ve known her for years, I know you’ve heard this one before but you’re not really her type” Claire replied.

  “Yeah … blah, blah …”

  “But you must have made an impression”

  “Looks that way … I’m really chuffed with myself”

  “Well, have a good time”

  “Thanks Claire, I’ll keep you posted”

  “Bye”

  “Bye”

  Goes without saying but I wore my fuck shirt and fuck jeans, wore my favourite after shave and run the underarm deodorant ball thingy all around the tops of my leg and just above my cock … nothing better for a bird to get nice fragrant whiff as she puts her face towards your cock!

  Taxi turned up and off I went to Rachael’s. I got there at eight sharp had a quick banter with the bloke at the reception and jumped in the lift, 3rd floor he told me. I was quite nervous but I didn’t want to show it so I took a couple of deep breaths and tapped on her door. She answered in her bath robe.

  “Really sorry Toj, I’m running a little late, grab yourself a drink and I’ll be with you soon”

  “Through here?” I replied.

  “Yes, through there, the drinks are in the cabinet”

  “Would you like a drink?” I said.

  “Yes please, Vodka and Orange, go easy on the orange”

  “That’s easy, it’s my drink too” I called back to her as she disappeared into her bedroom.

  I poured the drinks and had a nose around her lounge. Very nice! Fucking huge TV, the bollocks sound system and expensive soft leather furniture all fucking expensive. About ten minutes past …

  “You OK Toj?” she called out.

  “Yes, fine”

  “Be with you in a minute”

  “OK” I replied.

  I finished my drink and poured myself another one and started to relax. Rachael came in wearing jeans that were so tight I could see every inch of her great legs and a firm arse then I noticed her tiny waste and then her great boobs pushing out of a tight t-shirt that was tucked into her jeans - what a fucking body! She had curled her beautiful dark blond hair and her make up was just right, not too much but enough to show off the very attractive features of her face and eyes.

  “Really sorry about you having to wait, I got in later than anticipated” she said

  “That’s fine, the table’s not booked until nine so we have plenty of time” I replied.

  “Did you find somewhere to park?”

  “No, I didn’t bother with the car I came by taxi”

  “Good idea, it’s bloody awful trying to park around here”

  “You have a fantastic apartment, I really love it”

  “Thank you, I like it too” she replied.

  “Oh, here’s your drink, is it OK?”

  “Perfect” she replied.

  “You look stunning” I said.

  “Thank you”

  “So, you’re off to Dubai then”

  “Well I was, that’s why I was late, I was at a meeting this afternoon and it looks like I may be out of a job, they’re making redundancies and I’ve been told my hours have been cut so I’m not flying at all this week”

  “I’m so sorry to hear it, what are you going to do?” I said.

  “It’s actually a little bit of a blessing in disguise as I am getting totally fed up with the job and if they ask me if I want to be made redundant I’ll definitely accept it”

  “Do you have anything lined up?” I asked.

  “I have a few things in mind, nothing concrete, I’ve been working long hours for so long I’m going to take some time out and doss around for a bit, I so fancy just getting up late and slouching on the couch with a box of chocolates and a good girly magazine for a few days”

  “I know exactly what you mean, I feel like that a lot … not sure about the girly magazine though!” I said.

  Rachel laughed.

  “You do make me laugh Toj, it’s just what I need at the moment”

  “Good, I’m glad I can be of some use”

  She laughed again.

  “So you work with Claire then?”

  “Ah … well … not quite … I’m actually a bus driver”

  “But I thought …”

  “No, Claire and I are friends but I don’t work with her”

  “Oh? … good friends?”

  “Yes, we were … well are … well … err …”

  “It’s OK I fully understand, I know Claire and I also know what a complete nonce her husband can be … say no more … and thanks for being honest with me” she replied.

  “That’s a relief, I wasn’t looking forward to that part of our conversation tonight, well … shall we go then?” I said relieved.

  “Yes OK … actually as you have been honest with me, can I be honest with you?” She replied.

  “Of course … fire away” I said.

  My instant thought was, bollocks she’s not happy about going out … and I was right … but not for the reason I thought.

  “I’ve had a long day and I’m whacked … what would you say to getting a take away and eating here instead of going out?” She asked.

  “Sounds good to me, what’s your fancy?”

  “Chinese for me, I haven’t had a take away for ages and our local Chinese is excellent”

  “Chinese it is then”

  Rachael went to the kitchen and brought in the local Chinese take away leaflet.

  “Do you know something, I’m really glad you’re here and I’m really now looking forward to stuffing my face, would you mind if I changed back into my slob clothes, these jeans are so tight I can hardly breath” she said.

  “Not at all … I’ll pour us some more drinks”

/>   “Make mine a double” she shouted back as she went back into the bedroom to change.

  I felt so comfortable with Rachael; it was like I had known her for years and I got the feeling she felt the same. I poured the drinks and had a double myself. It’s strange, I had noticed her great body but I hadn’t given shagging her a second thought … and that is the truth … well until that moment … ‘cos I’d just thought about it … if you know what I mean.

  Rachael returned wearing a loose track suit and her hair tied in a pony tail.

  “That’s better, now what you having Toj?”

  “Curry for me please” I replied.

  “A curry … do you know I think I’ll have a curry too” she said.

  “Two curries it is then”

  Rachael grabbed the phone and ordered the grub and I made myself comfortable on the sofa.

  “OK, the food will be about twenty or thirty minutes” she said.

  “Lovely” I replied.

  “Here’s your drink … a large one wasn’t it?” I said cheekily.

  “Cheers” she replied.

  We chinked glasses, relaxed into the sofa and both pretty much finished our drinks in double quick time.

  “Another?” Rachael asked.

  “Keep ‘em coming … you know we’re both going to end up totally pissed if we carry on like this” I said.

  “I think you’re right … double?” She replied.

  “Yes, please”

  “So where does the name Toj come from?”

  “I’ll tell you what … let’s have our food and a few more drinks and I’ll tell you … what you say?”

  “Sounds intriguing … now I’m totally curious … tell me now”

  “I promise you it will not have the same impact … trust me”

  “OK … but I’m not going to let you off the hook … I want to know … is it a foreign name … is it …”

  “Later … all will be revealed later” I said.

  The food arrived in the nick of time.

  We enjoyed our meal and afterwards sat relaxed on her comfy sofa, we chatted all evening and by about eleven’ish we were both totally pissed talking absolute twaddle and giggling like two kids. I had forgotten about her quizzing me on my name and as I thought about it I assumed she had forgotten too … not the case.

  “Oh shit, I forgot, you was supposed to tell me about your name” she said out of the blue.

  “Actually I was just thinking the same thing and was hoping you had forgotten … spooky!”

  “That will teach you to hold thoughts like that, you’ve subconsciously made me remember” she said.

  “You don’t believe in that stuff … do you?” I replied.

  “Sometimes … so it’s your fault I remembered, you can’t blame me for asking … so … tell me then”

  “Bollocks … sorry, excuse my French … err …”

  “Come on Toj … or whatever your name is … spit it out”

  “It’s short for Tojjer”

  “Tojjer? … what kind of a name is that?”

  Before I could answer the penny dropped, she went on,

  “Oh, Tojjer … that’s your …”

  “My cock” I said confidently.

  “Your cock!!??”

  Her saying those two words was extremely arousing but I stopped myself from getting a hard on somehow, well the drink helped.

  “Yes, it’s a nickname”

  “Why do you have that as a nickname … perhaps I shouldn’t ask?”

  “Perhaps you shouldn’t”

  “I need the loo” she said.

  Rachael popped off to the loo and I was a little relieved.

  Earlier when eating our grub she told me all about her job as a trolley dolly, she really hated that description – Female Flight Attendant - she called herself, my thoughts were she’s a real doll and she pushes a trolley – trolley dolly does it for me. We also talked about flying and I told her I had never flown because I was scared of flying, her reply was you’re not scared of flying … you’re scared of crashing … I hadn’t thought of it like that, she was right of course. Whatever the reason, the thought of flying made my guts turn over.

  Rachael returned from the loo and I was waiting for her to give me the third degree and continue with the conversation about my cock, now I wish she had.

  “Toj, I was thinking, you know you said earlier you’re scared of flying”

  “Yeeesssss???” I said tentatively.

  “Well how would you like me to come with you, we’ll take a short flight somewhere, say Paris and back … less than an hour each way … what do you think?”

  “Yeah, that would be great” I said trying to keep face but inwardly thinking fuck what am I letting myself in for here, I must be pissed … I am pissed!

  “Do you have a passport?”

  “Yes” I said wishing I had never got one. Two years ago when some mates were arranging to go and follow the team abroad I agreed to go with them and got a passport. I didn’t go of course, I bottled it a week before they went with some feeble excuse.

  “Great” she said.

  “Great” I said.

  “When are you free, how about this weekend as I have some free time” she asked.

  “I’m working this weekend” I said trying to wriggle out of it.

  “Come on Cock, sorry I mean Toj, my treat … what do you say?”

  She had shown a great sense of humour all night but – come on cock – now that was funny and had us both in hysterics.

  “OK, I’ll swap my shifts around, what do I have to do?” I asked.

  “Nothing, I’ll arrange everything and I’ll call you tomorrow with the flight times, all you have to do is be here at the time I tell you and leave the rest to me”

  “OK … and thanks” I said.

  “Don’t mention it, we’ll have some fun and you’ll be fine on the plane so don’t go worrying about anything, just have faith in me”

  “OK”

  We chatted for a little longer, it was now well past midnight and I was feeling really pissed and totally knackered, I phoned for a cab which arrived about ten minutes later. We said our goodbyes, she thanked me for a lovely evening and pecked me on the cheek and as she was closing the door behind me she said …

  “I’ll call you tomorrow night, don’t forget”

  “No, I haven’t forgotten; speak to you then … bye!”

  “Bye”

  Even though I was totally pissed the taxi ride home was a combination of excitement at having such a great time with Rachael and shear fear of the thought of going up in an aeroplane, thankfully the drink took over as I slowly drifted into a state of - fuck it, why not, let’s go for it!

  ~~~~~

  JO

  That wasn’t the case the next day, my head was thumping all day and it’s always the case when you feel like shit absolutely all the arseholes and wankers find my bus to ride on. The woman that sneezed just as she was paying and her attempt to cover her nose with her hand was useless as I felt the spray all over my face … fucking yuck! Then there was the arsehole who cut me up resulting in me breaking hard and a young bird fell arse over tit hurting her side quite badly and to top it all a dirty filthy fucking arsehole decided to take a shit on the top deck on the back seat, fucking stank all the way back to the depot, never, ever has that ever happened to any of the drivers ever … still, there’s always a first time … sure is … fucking dirty stinking fucking arsehole. I say to top it all, not quite … this really pissed me off … I tripped as I got off the bus at the depot and as I did the box I keep all my takings in flew open and the money went everywhere, all over the oily floor of the bus depot, under the bus and of course there was zero sympathy from the other drivers … “throwing your money around again Toj” “have a good trip?” “do you need a hand?” which instantly manifested into a round of applause by all of them. Yes, that was one of my better days … NOT! Still I did have Rachel’s phone call to look forwar
d to when I got home … that was going to be bitter sweet … fuck it I’m going for a pint I thought, so I did. I don’t usually drink early in the day, it was about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, but I definitely needed one.

  “Hello Toj, what you doing in here at this time of the day” said Jo the bargirl.

  “It’s been one of those days and I fancied one, pint of lager please and have one yourself”

  “Thank you, I’ll have a pint too if you don’t mind” she said.

  Now you may be thinking with her ordering a pint she would be a bit of a dog, no, Jo is a very nice, very pretty young girl, I say young I think she’s nineteen or twenty but has perfect skin, wears no makeup and is a pleasure just to look at, really nice girl.

  “So, how comes you can drink pints and maintain such a nice figure?” I said to Jo.

  “Must be in my genes” she replied.

  “Well it can’t be in those jeans” I said pointing at her jeans “they look like they’ve been painted on!”

  She laughed and as she did she prolonged her eye contact for just that extra second or two which was extremely interesting. As I sat at the bar drinking and trying to read my paper we made good eye contact at least three or four times. Jo is a bit young for me and I didn’t really know what to do, I didn’t want to seem like an old perv but at the same time I couldn’t stop engaging in the flirty eye contact I was getting from her. It was busy in the pub and there was only two serving so I didn’t have much time to chat with her … didn’t need to as she must have shagged me three times with the way she looked at me. I caught her attention again and lifted my empty glass, she came over (I wish!).

  “Another one Toj?”

  “Yes, please, same again, would you like another drink yourself?” I asked.

  “Oh go on, I’ll have another pint and I’ll drink both of them on my break which is in ten minutes, you sticking around?” she asked.

  “Can do” I replied.

  “I usually sit in the other bar on my break, it’s a bit quieter, why don’t you go and grab a seat in there and I’ll be with you in a few minutes” she said melting me with her piercing gaze.

  “OK”

  I took my pint and walked through to the other bar, it was a lot quieter which doesn’t surprise me as the general décor in there is tatty and a bit smelly too, still the company was going to be well … interesting I thought. About ten minutes past and Jo came through with the two pints I bought her and sat opposite me at the table in the corner - why is it I always seem to end up on the table in the corner wherever I go I thought, then I thought corners have been lucky for me so what the heck, the corner it is.